ashleigh-martin
Don't regard my works as poems, because they're far from it. / These things that I write are simply my thoughts. / Consider this my inner monologue. / / Don't expect me to inspire you, or motivate you, or make you feel good about yourself. Only read my work if you can handle it, because quite frankly, my words could break you from the inside out.
The music plays away the demons in my head.
The demons with the stolen voices of angels.
Or maybe I'm the demon?
Twisting the voices of angels to sounds like demons.
Am I in heaven or hell?
Or am I in both?
Wrong.
They're the same thing.
Yin and yang...
The heaven in hell
And the hell in heaven
The fear of falling
And the fondness of fantasizing
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Sometimes I find myself with likenesses of water.
To most, I am to be drank,
Taken in, one sip at a time.
But I warn you,
Don’t drink too much of me,
You might just drown.
I can be crystal clear,
Or muddy and darkened,
However, no matter what I am,
It doesn’t take much to see right through me.
All it takes is a little something,
And all becomes clear to anyone who dares to look inside.
I can be beautiful,
Mysterious,
Depressing,
Dangerous...
My emotions are most comparable to the Atlantic,
I’m there, at the beach,
Though most days I’m a little too cold to fully enjoy.
I can give life,
To things that range from small and beautiful,
To large and horrific.
I connect things one wouldn’t expect,
Like Belgium and Mexico,
See? Didn’t expect that, did you?
I’m a little different to everyone,
When I use a term as general as “water”,
But let’s go to the heart of it all.
All bodies of water begin and end with the oceans.
And at the heart of each of those…
Is a storm
A hurricane,
Whirlpool,
Tidal wave,
Tsunami…
Enjoy me all you want,
But one day,
I’ll destroy everything
Even myself
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
***Next time you walk away....
And leave me crying...
Don't come back....***
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
My princesses,
Adorned with silver,
And fire,
My moonbeam,
And my queen,
Who has hurt you so dearly?
The light I adored has left your eyes,
It's almost as if you are walking corpses.
Where can I find the magic spell,
To bring that light back?
To see your beautiful smiles,
Lighting up the stars above.
You are my constellations,
My wonders,
And I will do anything I can,
To keep you from fading away.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Every thought I have feels quite artistic,
Poetic, thoughtful, dramatic,
Whatever you may choose to call it.
But how do I express these thoughts to others,
When most of them come in the form of sounds, feelings and colours?
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
*The last thing I said was "I love you."
And I meant it.
I know I've done a terrible thing,
And I miss you like hell....
But I...*
Can't
Go back ...
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
At night I lie awake,
My mind begins to run away from the reality
I wish to escape
Sometimes I am a poet,
Sitting at my mahogany desk,
Writing in perfect calligraphy,
That I've spent millions of years perfecting,
The ink from my quill staining this parchment,
Painting my thoughts unto the world,
Better than my brush ever could.
Sometimes I am a singer,
Staring into the void of an auditorium,
Breathing out my heart and soul,
For a small group of people,
That have suddenly become my universe.
Sometimes I am in his arms,
Soft kisses brushing the hairs atop my head,
His arms around me,
His heartbeat matched only by my own,
Our song quietly escaping his lips,
Lulling me to sleep.
Or…
Millions of light-years away,
Where I no longer am me,
I just am.
I am one with everything,
The glowing gas clouds,
Sparkling,
Filled with millions,
Billions,
Trillions, of tiny stars.
The stars reflected in my eyes,
Their fire setting my heart ablaze,
And I lose all thought.
There,
Among the stars,
I am free...
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
My face is round
My jaw is square
My hair is short
And my skin is fair
These locks are red
But fade to brown
And I've got freckles
All around
My lips are curved
In a permanent pout
My eyes look sad
Without a doubt
My brows are flat
And though I've tried
Most find it hard
To look me in the eye
If you're one of the few
To gaze towards me
You'll see these pools
Of hazel-green.
My ******* are C’s
But you can't tell
For most of the time
I hide them well
My curves are small
I have thick thighs
So please don't look
At my slightly plump size
I looked in the mirror
And all I saw
Was an image of me
And all my flaws
Now you know
What's behind this screen
And under all that
I am me.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
I'm sorry, guys.
I'm no poet.
I just happened to be on this site because I got on before you had to be accepted.
I can't write poetry for crap.
All these things I write aren't poetry,
I'm just typing out my depressing thoughts,
Hitting enter a bunch of times,
And displaying what a disgusting human being I am to this beautiful community.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
I give up...
This is like my motto.
But I'm a hypocrite.
I wake up every morning,
Wishing I hadn't.
I'd end things myself,
But I just freeze every time I come close.
Last time...
I was so weak, I had to make one last call...
And that broke me.
I sat there, pills in my hand,
Too weak to say anything but "I'm sorry" over and over while they begged me not to do it...
I wasted too much time, and the next thing I knew, I'd been pinned down, too weak to scream...
Let me go...
I'd breathe out those words, almost to quiet to hear...
Then I woke up the next day.
"I love you. Thank you for being alive."
I actually thought maybe life was worth it,
For a short amount of time...
Now I'm here,
Tears on my keyboard,
Bile tickling my throat,
Wishing I had done it then...
I don't know what else to say.
I can't say goodbye....so I'll see you tomorrow.
I wish that weren't the case.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC